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  1. the old home town looks the same
    as i step down from the train
    and there to meet me is my mama and my papa
    down the road i look and there runs mary
    hair of gold and lips like cherries
    it's good to touch the green, green grass of home

    the old house is still standing
    tho' the paint is cracked and dry
    and there's that old oak tree that i used to play on
    down the lane i walk with my sweet mary
    hair of gold and lips like cherries
    it's good to touch the green, green grass of home

    yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly
    it's good to touch the green, green grass of home

    then i wake and look around me
    to the cold gray wall that surround me
    and then i realize that i was only dreaming
    there's a guard and sad old padre
    arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
    again i touch the green, green grass of home

    yes, we'll all be together in the shade of that old oak tree
    as we beneath indeed the green, green grass of home